Miss

After many years away, I see you again.

I know you are still young poetry. I like watching movies about fireworks with me. Nice fireworks, short life like people.

Your stupidity makes me dare not come near you. These hands are lumpy. This heart was full of rice money. My eyes were sadly nursed.

When I broke up, I asked, do you have anything to say? I shook my head. Just when I'm gone, I'm crying. At that time, my heart melted.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

But, it's late.

Now, I'm a blogger, and I'm hard-working with photography. Touching each other's eyes at the coffee shop, I'm afraid. More specifically, I see you have another man.

My heart ached. For some reason, my lips trembled. You see me, and then go back to hide the waves.

At 11 o'clock, the cafe is closed. I wrapped my lover's hand. My eyes narrowed at you. Suddenly, the lovers turn around. Your eyes look at me, beautiful as the fireworks are dying. I muttered.

"I love you".

Your eyes are laughing. My tears are gone. She nodded and walked away.

If I ask you something in the past, I say you are the great gift I have.

Love should not promise, because ruthless life extinguish the pink cardboard. But love does not belong together. Just remember each other, on the same sky.

Is that right?